The Place Where We are Right
 

From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.

The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.

But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.

Yehuda Amichai

Shalom!

Thank you,
I have doubts about something at the moment ... now I am not worried that I have doubts or questions!!!

:) :) :)

Such a beautiful poem Teach, and a reminder to me to go and break up the hard earth!